Ted's Moose 3

We heard yesterday that Ted Cook was moose hunting in the trees where a spike and a big bull were hanging together. The best shot at the time was the spike. He drew his bow for the spike, and that's when things got interesting. Next thing I know, I see movement about 20 yards away coming towards me. It's the big bull. He stepped in front of the spike and is coming in, and so I get ready to draw in. That big bull's eyeball disappears behind a little clump of willow branches. I draw my bow and just as I finished my draw, his eyeball pops out behind the willows and he stops and I have no shot. His vitals are covered by the willow and he staring at me at full draw with my recurve, which I can't hold. And I'm like, Oh man, I'm busted. So I slowly let down my bow string and then I start waving my upper bow lamb. So it looks like a moose antler. He is looking at that mesmerized, and I'm thinking I got to do something here. All of a sudden I hear crunching behind him up walks the spike bull. The Big Bull turns his head away from me to look behind him. So I took two giant steps to my left through my bow shot and bam right in the boiler room. I thought it was a good hit, but I couldn't tell because he was curved and it was funky and he didn't even move. He stood there for another two or three seconds and then you slowly turned and walked away, looked back and then kept going and disappeared behind some willows with a spike bull. At this point, the cow and calf, they were dead at only 25 yards from. They got up and trotted out of the Aspen Grove, and so I stood there for as long as I could, but I couldn't see any blood. I walked over and looked for blood. Nothing. I went a little farther. Nothing. I see more blood. I go towards it. I step on a branch and I break it. And I thought, Oh man, now I've really blown it. Maybe, maybe not, tomorrow.